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The sun is shining on this fine morning. Your stomach rumbled signaling its time for lunch, It's a bit early for lunch but who are you to argue? You decide on Chick-fil-A and your mouth waters at the thought of that delectable Chick-fil-A sauce. You stand up and get dressed and hop in the car, jamming to Holding Out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler.
You pull into the drive thru and are met with a gorgeous man with beautiful blonde hair, dreamy blue eyes, and big thick luscious eyebrows you'd love to just bury yourself in, he's about 6'7" or 6'9", you don't really care he's just really tall, and buff, looks like he could lift a truck if you asked him to.
"Hey welcome to Chick-fil-A, may I take your order?" He had the voice of an angel, if by an angel you mean a burly old man.
"Hi, yes could I get a number one with fries and a vanilla shake? Extra Chick-fil-A sauce." You asked, practically drooling over the absolute hunk in front of you. "Of course!" He clicked the order in on his tablet, "Anything else with that?" He smiled the most gorgeous smile you'd ever seen. "When's your break?" You tilted your head as you checked him out. He checked his watch. "Uhh.. about six or seven minutes.. why?" He looked back at you but you could've sworn his eyes drifted down to check you out for a second. "Want to eat with me?" You asked in a fake innocent tone, you know damn well you aren't asking just to hang out, you have a more devious motive!
He looked around and shrugged, "Yeah why not? pull around and get your food I'll see you in a moment."
You pay for and grab your food before pulling into the parking lot facing towards the woods next to the Chick-fil-A and somewhat his your car behind a tree, you don't really care if you get caught but you know the hot worker doesn't deserve to potentially lose his job over your wicked desires.
A few minutes pass and you see the sexy worker walk out of the building with a food bag in hand. You lower your window and wave him over, He grins and walks over.
He opens the door and sits in the passenger seat. "Hey stranger" He pulls out two spicy deluxe with two chicken patties, a large waffle fry, and a extra large coffee.
"You gonna eat all that big boy?" You say with a smug grin on your face. He whips his head to look at you and after fully processing what you said he grins and says "Yup!" then proceeds to pull out an eight ounce bottle of Chick-fil-A sauce and drench one of his sandwiches before taking a big bite, almost inhaling the entire thing. Sauce dripped down his face as he ate. the sauce coated his face, you watched as it dripped off his face and fell in his lap directly where his dick would be under his pants. "Shit-" He reached for a napkin but before he could grab it you blurted out "May I?"
Once again he snapped his head towards you, thought about it, grinned, and said "Of course." and leaned back. You grabbed a napkin and wiped the sauce off his lap, making eye contact as you do, you could feel him getting hard through his pants. You grinned and threw the napkin into an empty bag.
"So I never caught your name?" You tilt your head expectantly. He laughed "You didn't did you? It's Varka." You smile. "Varka." You say before you unwrap your own sandwich and take a bite.
After you finish your food and make some conversation you look at Varka with a sinister smile, "What?" He asks. After watching the way he eats, the sauce isn't the only thing that's dripping.
"Are you down for a blow job?" You ask with a grin. He laughs a big hearty laugh, "You know I've never met someone as forward as you not saying that's a bad thing, It's refreshing to see someone be so confident." He grins. "But yes I am."
You unbuckle your seatbelt before leaning over and unbuttoning his pants then spitting on your hand and gripping onto his cock, moving your hand back and forth. The size of his cock is proportional to the giant size of his body. He let out soft exhales, trying to finish his food. You enclosed your lips around his tip, moving in sync with your hand.
You engulf his whole length, hitting the back of your throat. You can barely fit it in your mouth.
"F-fuck" He spouts out "You feel so g-good"
You slide his dick out of your mouth. "You know what would make this better?"
"If you'd let me finish?" He whimpered. "Chick-fil-A sauce!" You grinned as you grabbed the 8 ounce bottle. "Chick-fil-A sauce is great on everything! sandwiches fries, cock." He looks up, "The chicken kind or the penis kind?" He asks in horror. "Yes." You say before squeezing the bottle, Chick-fil-A sauce dripping all over his dick.
He shivered as the sauce hit his length. "Oh shit, that actually feels kinda nice."
You engulf his length once again, your tongue dancing around his cock, licking up all of the sauce. He places a hand on your head, lightly gripping onto your hair. "Good girl, T-that feels so good."
You sucked harder on his dick, gulping up every inch. He curled his toes. "Good g-girl" He repeats every time he hits the back of your throat. "G-good girl." He moaned.
"I'm gonna c-" He creams in your mouth, there's not much room in your mouth between all the space his cock is already taking up and the residue of Chick-fil-A sauce that's still left.
A mixture of cum, saliva, and Chick=fil-A sauce poured out of your mouth as you unlatched from his dick, a string of saliva connecting between his cock and your tongue before inevitably snapping. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve.
He grabbed a napkin and cleaned all the residue off his dick. "Well this was the weirdest yet most interesting shift I've had, I'm so sorry to leave you hanging but my break is about to end, could I get your number?"
You exchange numbers before Varka buttons up his pants, grabs his trash, and goes back to work. You watch him walk back before going home.